Songs from the "Beyond Repair" Album

Life's Too Short by Gary B Lamb

LIFE’S TOO SHORT  By Gary B. Lamb 

It’s so hard to let go… of the people we love and know

But it doesn’t have to be so bad, we don’t have to get so God darn sad

Because they’re in our hearts and minds. They’re in every single moment of time

They go on and on and on in the eyes of those they’ve left behind

So...  Let’s dance to the drummer of a new song playin’

      Run wild when we used to walk

      Cry out when we used to hold it in

      Ungag our hearts and learn to talk… Life’s too short…. Life’s too short…Life’s too short

It’s so hard to let go… of that feeling that seems to grow

Of the emptiness we feel inside, and the ghosts we try hard to hide

But they’re with us every day. They’re in every thing we do and say

They go on and on and on and we know they’ll never go away

So..   Let’s dance to the drummer of a new song playin’

      Run wild when we used to walk

      Cry out when we used to hold it in

      Ungag our hearts and learn to talk… Life’s too short…. Life’s too short…Life’s too short

   Life’s too short to let it drift on by… so let’s make this promise to the one’s we love

   To live every single day as if tomorrow we die, no regrets for our lives or to God above

   If nothing comes from a loved one’s passing then their life will have been in vain

   So let’s take the good we learned from them… in life or death it’s all the same…

So.. Let’s dance to the drummer of a new song playin’

      Run wild when we used to walk

      Cry out when we used to hold it in

      Ungag our hearts and learn to talk… Life’s too short, etc.…Life’s too… 

Beyond Repair by Gary B Lamb

     Cathy’s eyes are bright, her hair is golden

     When she smiles it’s right, when she frowns it’s cold and 

     You can feel the freezing bite within her heart

     Cathy loves you slow, she’ll hold you tight 

     But in the morning you know it just ain’t right 

     And you can feel the ice just forming in her eyes

She’ll chew you up but if you’re lucky she’ll spit you out

Because she cares too much drag you out and leave you broken hearted

Yes, she’s much too sweet to string you along and leave you hanging there

She’s a devil, but she won’t hurt you beyond repair

     Cathy’s dreams are true, her hopes and fears

     When she’s feeling blue her scars appear

     But you will never see the marks upon her skin

     Cathy’s wounds are deep, they’re buried inside

     If you’ve seen her sleep, well, you just might cry

     To see the angel in her soul looking at you

She’ll chew you up but if you’re lucky she’ll spit you out

Because she cares too much drag you out and leave you broken hearted

Yes, she’s much too sweet to string you along and leave you hanging there

She’s a devil, but she won’t hurt you beyond repair

(Though she’ll take you for a ride, there’s no hope of getting inside

And if she likes you at all, she’ll cut you loose before you fall

Yeah, if she likes you at all, she’ll cut you loose before you fall) 

     There are walls she won’t let down

     You keep hoping that she’ll come around

     But someone’s hurt her bad and tonight she’ll be going to town…. (CHORUS)

My Heart Jumped A Mile High by Gary B Lamb

My heart jumped a mile high when she looked into my eye

And I knew that I would die, if I never saw her again

My heart jumped another beat as she showed me to my seat

Asked me what I want to eat,  so I told her there and then

     I’ve got to have you, I’ve got to have you….  Or so I wished I had

     But instead I ordered pancakes and I read the morning paper

     And it’s been that way each and every day

     And I can’t explain why, I get so damn shy, when my heart it jumps a mile high… 

My heart jumped into the game when she finally asked my name

And I wouldn’t have felt so lame, if I only answered her

My heart jumped into my throat as my tongue put on a coat

And I sounded like a goat, when I forced out the words

     Call me yours to love, call me yours to love….  Or so I wished I had

     But instead I muttered something, ‘cuz I couldn’t remember my name

     So it’s been that way each and every day

     And I can’t explain why, I get so damn shy, when my heart it jumps a mile high…

          Well, I finally asked her out to the picture show

          On the way we talked about nothing

          Once the movie started I couldn’t hush her up

          Even with all the other people hushing…. So I told her there and then

     I’ve got to kiss you, I’ve got to kiss you….  Or so I wished I hadn’t

     ‘Cuz her breath it smelled like onions and her tongue it nearly choked me

     Now I’ve lost the place where I ate every day

     And I wasted so much time, ‘Cuz I get so damn shy, when my heart it jumps a mile high.

Just Enough Perfect Moments by Gary B Lamb

The astray shatters it’s hard to sleep all the yelling going on downstairs

I wonder why or how you stayed together through all the anger and the tears

Then in the morning the smell of pancakes on the griddle

Sound of Momma on the piano, Daddy singing off-key

Last night almost forgotten or so it seemed to me 

     There was just enough food on the table, just enough clothes to wear

     Just enough love in our hearts, just enough dreams to share, just enough perfect moments 

The family vacation Momma looked sad, there’s nothing fun about it for her

I’m noisy in the car, Daddy gets mad, he’s gonna hit me and that is for sure

Then when he reached back instead of me he hit my sister/brother

Sound of silence in the backseat, till the laughter rang-in

And Mom she laughed the hardest, and even Dad had to grin

     There was just enough food on the table, just enough clothes to wear

     Just enough love in our hearts, just enough dreams to share, just enough perfect moments 

          Just Momma and me stayin’ up late watchin’ movies on TV

           She’d go to bed and I’d fall asleep in the den

          Daddy’d come home at 2 A.M. and start cookin’ up some treat

          I’d wake up and we’d eat and talk like men/friends

          I’ll take the good with the bad, the joy and the fears

          The eggs on the floor, the anger and the tears…

          ‘Cause there were just enough perfect moments in my li - ife 

     There was just enough food on the table, just enough clothes to wear

     Just enough love in our hearts, just enough dreams to share, just enough perfect moments 

The Last Safe Place (I Called Home) by Gary B Lamb

Waking up on eastern time, jet lagged and filled with stress

Foggy eyed and blurry mind, I just want to get undressed

Eyes are wide as the sun peaks up, over clouds of purple and red

Broken dreams and empty cups, shadows dancing in my head

     Heading home with nothing to show

     Empty bags and a one way ticket to my past

     No one’s here that I still know

     But I keep on coming back to the last… safe place I called home

Coming down I hit the tar, angered and cut with pain

Reaching for a falling star dragged me down an open drain

Money’s gone and my feet are cold, Nothing left but blood and sweat

Looking for a hand to hold, while I contemplate my death

     Looking back where I used to live

     Bubble gum and a soap box racer, what a gas

     Now they’re gone, there’s no more kids

     But I keep on coming back to the last… safe place I called home

          Pickup sticks scattered on the ground, the house is gone, but my family’s still around

          They barely know that I’m alive, They take my phone calls with suspicious eyes

          Yet, here I come to face them again, or is it best to just remember when

          These club house walls were filled with joy...

          in the old neighborhood when I was just a boy

     Sitting here in this four-wall shack

     Open hands and an empty suitcase from my past

     There’s no one here to give me flack

     So I keep on coming back to the last… safe place I called home

                   to the last… safe place I called home

My Poor Heart (Has Left This Town) by Gary B Lamb

The day she left me, took everything I had

I vowed that day, I would never again feel this bad

She cleaned out the shop and she cleared my head (soul)

And what I once could share is now buried and dead (missing or sold)

     I’ve closed up, locked the door, don’t want no business anymore

     Sign in the window says gone fishin’, but there’s no use waitin’, no use wishin’

     Store is empty, lights turned down, no use knockin’…

     My poor heart has left this town, my poor heart has left this town

These days I’m walkin’, no cares for what I knew

Maybe not happy, but I’ll never again feel that blue

I’ve got my guitar, and my eyes are clear

I don’t miss all of that work, or all the wear and tears

     I’ve closed up, locked the door, don’t want no business anymore

     Sign in the window says gone fishin’, but there’s no use waitin’, no use wishin’

     Store is empty, lights turned down, no use knockin’…

     My poor heart has left this town, my poor heart has left this town

          Maybe someday when I know what it’s all for

          I will come back and open up the store

          But for now, until then, my poor heart won’t be broke again…

     I’ve closed up, locked the door, don’t want no business anymore

     Sign in the window says gone fishin’, but there’s no use waitin’, no use wishin’

     Store is empty, lights turned down, no use knockin’…

     My poor heart has left this town, my poor heart has left this town

          The store is empty, lights turned down… 

Where Are You Dr. King by Gary B Lamb

I believe in peace, yet I understand a war

Sometimes reason won’t stop a madman at your door

But if we teach our children to love their enemies

Perhaps we’ll start a movement that echoes through the trees

     Where are you Dr. King, has your message disappeared 

     Where are you Gandhi, won’t you whisper in our ears

     You can’t breed love and peace, till you wipe away the tears

     Killing off your enemies can only cause more fear

I believe in truth, yet I comprehend a lie

I hope our honor, it just won’t up and die

But if we love our children and teach them right from wrong

Perhaps they’ll solve their problems by singing out their songs

     Where are the Dylan’s, who opened up our minds

     Where are the folksongs that changed a bygone time

     You can’t breed love and peace by planting those landmines 

     Killing off your enemies can only buy you time

          I have a dream of another time and place

          Where people treat each other with courtesy and grace

          In a world with love and honor for all the human race

                    La de da… La de da…

I believe in love, but I sympathize with hate

It’s hard to trust another with a bomb that holds your fate

But if we love our brothers and help them to love us

Perhaps we’ll make a difference and show in God we trust

     Where are you Kennedy, you were always colorblind

     Where are the preachers who use their hearts and minds

     To speak out about love and peace for all of our mankind

     Killing off your enemies will someday be a crime… 

                     Where are you Dr. King…

Your Angelic Face by Gary B Lamb

If I had only one day of my life to live over and over again

I would want it to be with you

But if the devil saw fit to be my keeper and to choose that one-day I must live

I would still want a day with you

     For the worst day of my life with you in it would be better than no you at all

     For a day without seeing your angelic face is a day ain’t worth living at all

If I had only one dream to remember that would stay with me each night I slept

I would want it to be of you

But if the devil saw fit it were a nightmare of the day that you went away

I would still want to dream of you

     For the worst dream in my head with you in it would be better than no dreams at all

     For a night without seeing your angelic face is a night ain’t worth sleeping at all

           You’re the star in my sky when it’s cloudy; you’re the rainbow when there is no rain

           You’re the whistle on the train of good-fortune, even when there’s no track or no train

Though the day that you left us was painful for our little girl and her Dad

I will try to make that disappear

But if the devil sees fit that she remembers just how bad it had got near the end

Then the photos will make her aware

     That before this disease took your spirit, you were so full of life’s Holy Crown

     And she’ll know that you’re safe up in heaven with your angelic face looking down

        Yes, she’ll know that you’re safe up in heaven with your angelic face looking down

Gentleman Jack by Gary B Lamb

When you up and left me that cold winter night, said, “this time I ain’t comin’ back”

I felt no remorse, no moral wrong or right, when I called on my old friend Jack

Jack is smooth and dark makes me forget about my troubles, warms my heart and touches me just right

You’re always there when my life turns to rubble and you help me to sleep at night

     You come when I need you and you leave when I say

     You’re the best friend I’ve ever had

     You listen to my problems, but you don’t say a word 

     You just comfort me so it don’t seem so bad

          Gentleman Jack, I think I love you, every time my girl walks out that door

          You’re the only friend I trust, you are always true blue

          My friend I picked up at the package store

Jack is strong yet sweet, makes me snuggle up all cuddled in my chair when I’m feeling your touch

You’re always there and your loving hand is subtle, puttin’ me to bed when I’ve had too much

     You come when I need you and you leave when I say

     You’re the best friend I’ve ever had

     You listen to my problems, but you don’t say a word 

     You just comfort me so it don’t seem so bad

          Gentleman Jack, I think I love you, every time my girl walks out that door

          You’re the only friend I trust, you are always true blue

          My friend I picked up at the package store

               Well I found someone new I think could be the one

               And you know this affair was just for fun

               So I’m sorry, but it’s time that we must part

               Till the next time someone breaks my heart

          Gentleman Jack, I think I love you, every time my girl walks out that door

          You’re the only friend I trust, you are always true blue

          My friend I picked up at the package store

          My friend I picked up at the package store

Little Girl by Gary B Lamb

Dark and dangerous is the night, light and innocent is the girl who’s seeking more

From a life that’s sheltered tight, you venture forth to open up new doors

Hard and frightening are the streets, soft and gentle is the baby you had been

But your parents fast asleep could never understand your need to look for sin

     Little girl, you don’t have to grow so fast, little girl don’t you leave behind your past

     Little girl, you have years to go out searching nothing’s out there that won’t last

     My little girl, once you’ve wandered from the den

     You won’t ever be that little girl again

Strange and exciting is the world, safe and humble is the home from which you fly

Where the wisdom like a pearl was being thrown before your open eyes

Clean and sobering is the day, when you stumble through a door at 4 a.m.

Where you witness like a play the lifeless body of your dearest friend

     Little girl, you don’t have to grow so fast, little girl don’t you leave behind your past

     Little girl, you have years to go out searching nothing’s out there that won’t last

     My little girl, once you’ve wandered from the den

     You won’t ever be that little girl again

          Your family tried to protect you, but you had to be free

          Your teachers tried to tell you, “you don’t have to be there to see”

          That what others learned before you is not just history

          Let the past be your guide, the truth will set you free

     Little girl, you don’t have to grow so fast, little girl don’t you leave behind your past

     Little girl, you have years to go out searching nothing’s out there that won’t last

     My little girl, once you’ve wandered from the den

     You won’t ever be that little girl again,

           you won’t ever be that little girl again

                      …dark and dangerous is the night